”His right hand extended, and his fingers were within a fraction of achieving a dream when a thought flashed into his mind that scared the living sh...t out of him.Honey trap!Jeez, he had heard of groups of women that we friends or colleagues, or neighbours, or whatever, setting a trap for some unsuspecting idiot. They'd be sucked into kissing, touching, whatever, however innocently, one of the group then blasting him to hell with accusations etc.Would Belle, his wife want to do that? On what. Reaching into the refrigerator for a drink, the towel slipped off. I shut the fridge door and bent to pick up the towel, not thinking that my ass was pointing at the picture window.To be honest, if anyone had been watching me, I'm sure I would have got off on it. Yes, confession time: I enjoy being watched.Sitting at the table, I felt the butt plug pushing deeper in my ass. I wiggled and squirmed, moving it around until it fit snugly and comfortably. God, it felt so good I almost came. She worked it in and out lasciviouslyworking up a great rythm and more wetness.Her moans became louder and I stood up and pressed my pussy into her ass.She stood up and pressed back against me and rubbed my thighs as I kissedher neck. I reached around her waist and ran my hand down until it wasbeneath her panties and creeping for her slit. She cooed as my middlefinger slid over her clit and she sighed as I gently pressed down. I feltas though she were my cello and ecery move I made struck the. It hadn’t been a cause of my current predicament – in fact, if I had listened to my readers the current predicament would not have occurred at all.“How were the lonely nights?” he prompted.“Lonely,” I replied, my eyes downcast.“Did you masturbate?” he asked, catching me by surprise.“Yes,” I nodded, my eyes lowered in shame.“So did I,” he shrugged. “Is that all?”“I have a vibrator too.”It was the first time I had told anyone about my secret sex toy and was expecting a surprised reaction. Instead.